As Lucas and Elena reached Lucas's bedroom, Lucas immediately entered his dressing room while Elena was clueless as to what she should do.
After a while, Lucas came out and forced Elena to sit on his bed.
"Lucas, what are you doing?" asked Elena, feeling rather vexed. She was used to his gentle demeanor and couldn't accept his rudeness.
"Lay on the bed."
"You…" Elena couldn't even finish her sentence. She stared at him, too furious for words.
To think she had thought of him as a polite and refined gentleman!
She finally snapped to her senses and screamed when she was pushed onto the bed. He lifted her shirt forcefully.
"Lucas, are you a bandit?"
Bandit?
Lucas's thin lips froze. That was a refreshing word. Yet it was interesting to hear that from this elegant and strong woman.
His blue eyes glinted quietly. His warm hands gripped the sides of her wriggling body and his eyes remained on her slender waist.
Something stirred in the depths of his eyes and they darkened.
